Part Three: Hailley-Mind Over Matter
Chapter Seven: Hailley's Control
Her knees hurt from being pressed into the wooden floor, but she kept on as if it didn't, clutching her opposite's hand tightly. Tears flooded her eyes, slipping down her cheeks.
"Please, Johnathon. Don't leave me," she pleaded. She turned her face up towards him.
"You have disgraced me, Corrine. How you can even beg me after your shame disturbs me." He pulled his arm back roughly. She cried out as the force let her fall forward.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! Oh, Hailley, Jerry!" Mrs. Clifford clapped enthusiastically.
Hailley stood and grinned, wiping the moisture off of her perfect face. Her dark brown hair lay crimped across her shoulders, left bare from her off-shoulder long, bell sleeved blouse. The pink shirt matched her pink knee-length skirt and her pink sandals. Toe rings glistened with her neon pink nail polish. Sea shells dangled from her ears, clinking together with each turn of her head. Green eyes glowed off her tanned skin; they were her source of power. Literally.
Jerry patted her butt roughly. "That was great, angel." The arrogance in Jerry's voice irked her as much as his harassment.
She turned to face him, her glossy lips pulled into an easy, ice-filled smile. Her eyes locked with his glinting brown ones. "You will never touch me outside of this play. You will never call me 'angel' or 'babe' or 'hunny'. Understand me?"
His eyes glazed over, then he shook his head. "What happened? I feel a little dizzy..."
Hailley shrugged casually. "It's just the heat. Not a lot of air here in the theater."
Jerry still seemed off beat. "Right, of course."
The brunette smiled prettily at him, her hand holding her moon amulet. Inside, a warmth spread. She was so powerful. And she loved, loved, it.
"Okay, my little actors. Rehearsal tomorrow at the same time," Mrs. Clifford called out. "Start memorizing your lines."
Jennifer King sidled over to Hailley as she walked up the aisle. Threading her arm through the brunette's, she leaned heavily on Hailley.
"Hail, this is gorgeous! You in the lead as Corrine. Jerry in the lead as Johnathon. They're both star crossed lovers!" She giggled, then shifter her big almond-colored eyes at Hailley. "You and Jerry planning on some off-camera romance?"
"Not in my lifetime," Hailley's voice was thick and sultry as she declared this. "Jerry may be the hottest guy in school, but he's so not my type. Like, he's way too conceited for me. I need a guy who's totally devoted to me, not himself."
Sighing dramatically, Jen flicked her eyes back towards Jerry. "But, he is one fine motherfucker. Why don't you, you know, work a little control on him?"
"You know why, Jen. I don't want to force a guy to like me." Hailley popped a piece of gum into her mouth.
"Yeah, yeah. Do you mind if I get a piece of him, then?"
"A piece? You can have the whole fucking cake!" Hailley laughed.
Jenny licked her lips, then pushed back her dyed black hair. Shaking her ass, she turned and yelled to Jerry, "Hey, Sexy! Come over here and let me taste some of that!"
Hailley pushed into his mind. You want her. Come down and ask for a date like a good puppy.
"See ya later, girl. My dad is probably waiting for me."
As soon as Hailley stepped outside, a car horn beeped. Her father pulled up in his Lexus. His red hair gleamed in the bright sun. She jogged over to him.
"Hey, Daddy," she said sweetly.
There was only one person Hailley had never performed her mind control on, and that was her father. Derek Green was the only parent she knew; Corrine (ironic, no?) had run off when Hailley had turned six. Her father was important to her, more important than her acting and her clothes.
"Hey, sweetie. How was rehearsal?" His eyes ran over her amulet before he kissed the top of her head as she sat beside him.
"It was great. This should be the best play ever. Well, for now, anyway."
"That's great. Chinese for dinner?"
"Great."
"We'll be having guests over. They're old friends of mine, and I'm pretty sure you'll remember their son."
Hailley laughed. "You're not going to tell them that you cooked the food, are you?"
His eyes twinkled with laughter. "Of course not. You think you could just give them a little nudge, though?"
"Daddy!"
"Sorry, sorry. Forget I asked."
